The singing of jazz music welcomed her with open arms; the blaring gold trumpets screaming a familiar tune by Louis Armstrong, the low, heartbeating rhythm of the bass bouncing from the walls, and the electric flow of the guitar fine-tuning its own sound melodically into the song. The feeling jazz music gave her was simply indescribable; the way it sang to her reminded her of the oldies when people were all about music and fun and glamour, instead of what new technology would be soon to sell on the market.
Red, cork wedge heels carried her lithe and petite frame inside the club. The dress flowed around her with every step she took, waving like the ocean as the embedded red and pink multicolored flowers swam in sync. Those obsidian, wild curls bounced against her nude shoulders, a few ringlets shadowing her face to frame her cherub portrait. Full, crimson lips pursed into a smile when the club was full of unfamiliar faces and charismatic energy. She was overjoyed at the idea of parading in such a crowded place, and wanted to congradulate the owner on his or her success.
She weaved through the crowd like water seeping through every crack, and slid onto a vacant stool at the bar, traversing those slender, nude stems over the other. Painted digits drummed against the marble counter as her emerald jewels glistened over the drink menu above the bar. When the waiter approached, she inclined with a smile. "Yes, I'll take a martini, dirty with two olives, thank you." She turned in her stool, angling her body adjacent to the live jazz band playing on the stage, nonchalantly nodding her head to the infamous song of the night.
Tonight would be Mikhail's first good night on the town since arriving here, they where nice and moved in now, it was his first full day at the office and of course being the face of preternatural rights in europe, his phone was already lit up like the fourth of july. Mikhail was not here for that, he was here because it seemd to be a place that people of the community where congregating. and While a tropical paradise is wonderful adn all, nothing beats beign surrounded by your own people.
His Entrance into the place was not so grand or spectacular. he simply entered, making no show of it, though he did walk with absolute confidence, as if nothing could shake him.he was dressed in a very well tailored black suit, white dress shirt unbuttoned at the neck with his tie nowhere to be seen, probably folded nicely into a pocket. his stride remained unbroken until he reached the bar, tapping on the bartop to garner a tender's attention." Vodka Tonic please... nothing American." his order placed Mikhail's eyes wandered, it wasnt his favorite drink, but one did not really sip at vodka. and Mikhail absolutely refused to purchase scotch at a bar. so there it was.
While Mikhail was leaning against the bar awaiting his drink, his beast took to esploring the area. and having no shame in that fact. it moved with the same confidence that Mikhail the man moved with. Eyes watched the stage as the band thereupon.
The club was packed, and the sight of all the people dancing, having dinner, having drinks, and just having a good time warmed the old vampires heart. Tonight found Ramsey makeing his rounds once he'd arrived, just after sunset. Moving through the crowds, checking in with his manager, and taking care of any problems that might have arrisen during the day while he was...asleep.
Stopping at the table of a couple, whom his manager had informed him, was their anniversary, he made his congradulations, shakeing hands with the husband, and bestowing a kiss upon the wifes cheek. Dinner tonight, was on the house.
The band, was one of his favorites. Playing the old time jazz and blues, and they had a particular fondness for Louie Armstrong, which suited Ramsey just fine. He paused a few minutes, listening, foot tapping in his comfortable black loafers. Neatly pressed black dress pants were expertly tailored. His shirt was a favored cotton button up dress shirt, well worn, and sleeves not rolled tonight, but buttoned in place. The top three buttons of the shirt left open, giving glimpses of his chest and neck.
IT was when he turned to the bar, giving an appreciative glance to the woman, that turned her attention to the bar, sipping at the dirty martini, letting his eye's wander for a moment. He was male after all, and appreciated the view of such things. Comming to the end of the bar, not far from herself, nor the gentlemen giving off that otherworldly energy, he gave a nod to both, and a easy, charming smile. "Evening to you both. I hope your enjoying yourselves."
Beconing the bartender over, he spoke quietly enough for the man to hear, but most humans in the place would not. "Next round for everyone is on the house. we're doing well tonight." The scottish vampire clapped the man on the shoulder, and the man nodded, giving a grin. "Anything you say, Mr. Buchanan."
Another nod, and Ramsey found himself leaning against the end of the bar. Ciggarette pulled from his shirt pocket, and placed between his lips, as his eye's shifted to watch the band again. Zippo lifted and ciggarette lit. Inhaling deeply and blowing the smoke upwards...
He was tired not doing much in New Orleans, who in hell sat for hours doing nothing in this raucous town was a sitting duck, and he was pretty much becoming an old quacker no doubt. A guidebook was folded, the front page facing him as he read the latest new gig that was opened around here that showed a picture of the club. Jazz all night long, then something poured over him as he called his servant into the old, run-down study.
It sure was dusty, he'll need to hire a maid sometime to dust every nook and cranny but not this evening for he had a place to explore as he had other areas of New Orleans. Like a child in a giant Amusement Park, the French vampire leaned forward so that when he did, his form was perfectly in fluid motion like a cat rising from it's sleep after several hours. "Antonio! Fetch me my black hat. I need it. "The man nodded, his tone respectful for the Frenchman. "Oui, Monsieur. I'll go retrieve it for you immediately. "As he scurried out of the room, Joseph waited for his return which the mortal did not waste his time. How he was a blessing?
Don't know what he would do without him. Placing the gray, fedora hat slightly on his head, he pulled on his white, leather gloves and his outfit was a brown vest, white buttoned down shirt underneath, and a pair of white pants to go with it. He wanted to look his best if he was entering a Jazz club then he needed to look a little sharp, nothing more. Some of his raven-colored, hair peeked a little from the front and back. "Come Antonio. Get the car started, I am going to this Jazz Club. Want to see what it is all about. "He followed behind his servant since he was the designated driver and all, the man nodded, exiting outside to get his blue Mercedes ready.
Joseph slid in the back seat, Antonio close the door once his master was inside then slipped in the driver's seat, shut the door, and drove down the interstate towards their destination. It was dark, Joseph looked out the side window, watching the buildings and other vehicles until they parked in front of the Club. He could hear loud noise from out here, his nose flared at the scent surrounding this hangout as he and Antonio stood next to the car then stepped forward until a group of men watched him, one gentleman smoked a cigar blowing ring of smoke in the air before the ring leader decided to step forward. Make a little scene for the French stranger. "You there? I have a proposal to ask. Me and my fellows like a fifth man in our circle so we can play some cards, you know poker. What do you say? "He was of an average height, big nose, hat, and million dollar suit. Important type fellow aye?
His three other followers stood behind him all wearing reds and blues, sounded like trouble if you ask him. Then again, little do they know he was a lot than either can handle. They wasn't a threat now, and if they were he'll try to think of something without making such a scene. He almost hesistated then decided to go along with it. "Sure. I am in. What do you wager? "Joseph's French accent spilled from his lips, the boss smoked rings around his sensitive noses. He smelled it strongly, cigar smelt awful, stunk even. Anyway, he wanted to get it over with. "Five thousand dollars. "He staked it, five thousand was a lot of money, but he confirmed it. "Fine. Let's go. "The boss and his men walked in unison, he followed passing a group of people as all of them passed the crowds, neither watching anyone except for a table in the far back waiting for them. He had a knack for gambling, some part of him was never going to say that he was experienced.
-- Edited by JOSEPH BODINE on Friday 1st of April 2011 03:54:17 AM
Whiskey would slide from the taxi as she handed over the fare for the ride through the front window. Then would turn to make her way within the jazz club. She didn't have any plans for that night so she was checking out some clubs to find something to keep her busy. Since she didn't feel like doing her homework nor did she feel like practicing her dancing so here she was.
Dress in black v neck shirt that had in red, white. and gray paint splattered across it. Long blonde hair was loose and curly tonight. Dark blue jeans hug her hips,legs and butt comfortably. Black platform heels clicked along the floor which gave her some height. A white jacket hung over her arm as she would slide her phone within her back pocket of her jeans. Slowly making her way through the crowd to the bar as she slides into a empty stool,
Whiskey would watched with piercing blues as the tender made there way to her to take her order . Taken a couple moments debating on what she was going to drink tonight. " A Whiskey Twister please. " Watching the tender move away from her to fill her drink order as she let them blues move toward the jazz band that was playing .
With his drink Given Mikhail turned to raise his glass to the man who said to have a nice night, and then offered to buy him his next drink. that was certain generous."I do not think that would be very hard in such an establishment sir." a smile offered to the man along with the compliment. he did not carry an accent with his English. but he spoke with a formality tot he language that may have shown it was not his first language. The Were leopard made no move to shield hide his presence from anyone, he never did. being a were leopard and being very proud of that fact; couple with the fact that it wasn't taboo to be what he was in this country certainly made things much easier on him.
His beast explored the space meandering about to and fro, growing familiar with the area around him as Mikhail's eyes watched the band playing on stage.He brought the glass to his lips and took a small sip from the clear beverage; when the flavor splashed on his tongue and he gave the glass a look and then an approving nod. glancing back at the bartender and offering another tip of his head and rise of his glass. usually American bartenders ignored him when he said he didn't want American vodka. probably because they themselves couldn't taste the difference. a polite nod was also offered to the others sitting at the bar, even a small smile to the ladies before eyes once again returned to the stage.
